The pair of Fighters approached the edge of the central shaft. It was their second time in the Spire, and neither of them were comfortable with the magnitude of magic that it contained. They both still braced themselves every time the structure swayed around them, feeling as though the floor would fall out from beneath them at any step. Looking down over the precipice, Linhart's vision swam with the sheer verticality of the drop.
“You don't need to come with me,” he cautioned Maeve, giving her waist a squeeze as he held her close. She couldn't see, but she was pulling at him now, drawing him away from the wind that blew continuously from far below. One benefit to the blindfold, he noted, was he could stare at her gorgeous cleavage as much as he wanted without her knowing.
“You should stay here, rest in my quarters until I return,” he said, reluctantly sending her and her lovely melons away.
His quarters were an extension of Celes’ chambers. The Stratega likely wanted to keep him close and easy to access whenever he was in the Spire. Well, he was not bound to her rooms, or the Spire for that matter, not yet… but having Maeve and her necklace accompanying him, made things more complicated.
He mentally resolved to leave her behind, but how could he convince her? As he spoke, his hands were moving over her, comforting her glistening body, and squeezing her female endowments. Her skin, he found, was sticky with sweat and other things. From this close, he could pick out the details in her full lips that, when parted slightly, they looked so kissable.
“I'm going to visit another room in the Spire, with another mage that is just like Celes. Well, she may be even worse than Celes, but she is going to teach me some magic. I don’t want to get you into any further trouble, so please wait for me in my quarters.”
“Nngh!”
Maeve didn’t speak, but she grunted out a negative response, and her arms with their wiry strength tightened around him, not letting him get away.
“You can’t speak, even when she’s not with us?” Linhart observed bitterly. “I wish I could stand up to that bitch, but her glamor clouds my mind whenever I see her… Maybe if I wore a blindfold as well?”
He laughed at the idea, but it held no mirth. She was still holding tightly to him, pulling him back from the edge.
“Okay, so you won’t leave my side, I guess you have to come with me, but you haven’t been invited, you’re going to have to hold on to me tight.”
“Uuuh…” she grunted once more, apparently satisfied with that compromise. She put her hands on his shoulders, pressed down, and leapt into his arms. He nearly fell backwards in surprise, though he found that she weighed barely anything at all. He could easily contend with the weight of her slender form wrapped around him. His arms naturally hugged her in return, his hands sliding down below, grasping her cushy upper thighs, and preventing her soft buttocks from slipping. Her butt flexed in his hands as her legs locked around his waist, squeezing him that much tighter.
“Oh Gods,” he breathed, as his heart once again pounded with lust. Celes had left him unsatisfied with their oath-making that night, and now that he felt the softness of her body pressed against him, and the fullness of her lips was positioned directly in front of him, her hot breath playing over his face, he could no longer hold back.
His head tilted to the side and their mouths met at the perfect angle, leading into an all-out oral attack. All his lust and energy were directed directly into her mouth. She reciprocated, bending her neck to match his. His tongue pushed its way past her lips and she opened her mouth welcoming it in.
Linhart realized, with a burst of excitement, that although she wasn’t allowed to look at him or talk to him, there were no rules against her kissing him… or more.
She was matching his energy, clawing at his body, with her fingers on his shoulders, and flexing her legs around him so that her pussy was bumping against his bulge in a humping motion. His jaw worked open and shut, locking in a rhythm with hers as if they were consuming each other. He was so turned on, but this kissing and touching just wasn’t enough.
He broke away, just long enough to say, “Hang on tight… there is one more way we need to be connected…”
He leaned backwards, her soft breasts pressing tightly against him as he let go of her round ass. He yanked at his pants, trying to free his erection. Maeve held on tight for a moment, then slid down him until her bare feet touched the floor once more. Releasing him just for a moment, she stepped out of her panties and, in an act of abandon, she kicked them into the abyss in front of them.
They floated downward like a paper boat making its way down a stream.
Meanwhile, he had whipped off his pants, and his Fighter Green underwear as well, then grabbed her once more. He lifted her long left leg as high as her waist, until the angle was just right for his dick to slide into sticky folds. She’d played with herself so long that he found that she was wet and ready for him.
“Haaahh…” she gasped, holding tightly to him as his dick sank mercilessly into her depths, filling her up.
He pushed until his dick was knocking against the entrance to her womb. Then he lifted her other leg off the ground, and she was once again a helpless weight in his arms.
He kissed her once again, then spoke into her ear, saying, “Can you speak at all? If you can, say the pass code with me… NEXUS!”
The wind of the shaft changed, still flowing upwards, but it formed a cushion of air that lifted him off his feet, carrying her with him.”
As they clutched each other’s bodies tight, his dick pushed further up into her, forcing open her womb.
“Ugghhh…” she let out a grunt of pain mixed with pleasure.
Now he was moving his hips with short, subtle strokes, probing her insides, deeper than he’d ever gone before.
The two of them were in the midst of a long weightless descent, though she was completely dependent on him to not fall to her death. She twisted and arched in his grasp, cumming time and time again. Their mouths were locked in a deep kiss, and Linhart too could not hold himself back for long. They were barely halfway to the bottom when he came for the first time, his thick white jism pumping directly into her womb, while she spasmed in joy as he filled her up.
Unable to release her yet, and with minutes left in their descent, he immediately started to fuck her a second time. This time, he rocked in and out of her with slow deliberate strokes as he teased her tongue out of her mouth. Freefall sex was incredible!
He was just nearing his second climax, and she was nearing her eighth, when they reached the base of the spire.
“Hang on, Maeve,” he warned her, even though she showed no sign of releasing her hold on him. “We’re going back up again… NEBULA!”
* * * * * * * * *
The Nebula Room was not very high up the Spire.
Despite that, they were both fully spent by the time Linhart’s feet touched down. Maeve, her legs finally giving out, dropped to the floor of the tunnel and groaned in appreciation of the relatively solid surface that was beneath her bare ass. She gingerly touched the spot between her legs where Linhart’s second shot of cum was leaking out of her. Her other hand felt around Linhart's legs until she had grasped his softened rod.
She sat up before him, taking his length into her mouth.
“Mmmmph…”
He could feel her tongue running over its underside, cleaning it while she sucked out the last of his magic jism. The girl’s mouth was like a heavenly vacuum.
“Ungh yeah, good girl…” he praised her while lovingly patting her head. He marveled at how different Maeve the slave was to the Senior Maeve who’d been assaulting his nipples just earlier that day. Both had their appeal.
“That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had,” Linhart added. “Let’s do it again soon!”
He looked around and realized for the first time that he’d left his satchel and his pants back up at the Phoenix room. His stomach dropped at the prospect of going back up to retrieve them. That may mean encountering Celes once again. He shrugged. Thanks to the necklace, Vivian was in his power now. He could meet her without his other magic items and it wouldn’t matter.
Looking ahead, he remembered that this was his first time visiting her room, and he resloved to proceed with caution. This short darkened hall was similar to the entrance hall of Celes’ quarters, though the flickering lamp light that lit the far end was much dimmer than the starlit Phoenix room.
Would she have traps set? Would she be waiting for him? Maybe he should go back for his pants.
“That’s enough, Maeve.”
He extracted his dick from her sweet mouth, then pulled her to her feet. She briefly stuck out her pink tongue, covered in a bubbly mess, before swallowing it down. How did this redhead become so perverted, so quickly?
“Follow me,” he said simply, pushing down the urge he had to face-fuck her again right there.
Wrapping his arm around her waist to guide her once more, they walked into the dwelling of Vivian the Shadow Mage.
The room they entered was simple and unassuming. Much like his quarters upstairs, the furnishings were practical and finely made. There was a shelf containing a few books, a bed covered in dark sheets, and a chair and desk for writing. The only thing that stood out as different was a tall, dark armoire, obviously meant to hold clothing, though it looked large enough to hold several people.
Standing in front of the desk was Vivian.
Linhart paused, taking in the stunning beauty of this evil girl. She was wearing a thin nightgown. Her pale skin and deep purple hair complemented the sheer black material too well. The lamp on her desk cast shadows around her, giving her a ghost-like or ethereal quality, or perhaps she was becoming a shadow herself. But when she opened her mouth to speak, her sharpened teeth and caustic voice reminded him that he was not here for a sexy visit.
“You shouldn’t have come. You’re not welcome here.” she declared arrogantly, though her voice quivered, and her hands clasped nervously in front of her.
“You invited me, remember?”
“That’s because I had no choice,” she hissed. “What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want… But first, how did you know I was here? Did you hear our approach in your hallway?”
Linhart and Maeve stepped forward as one. She was completely silent, but he could tell by the set of her jaw that she was preparing to fight for their survival, He would have to use her presence to his advantage.
“Ugh, you’re like a stupid child,” Vivian chided, “Unknowing of basic knowledge that even first-year mages have learned.”
“You didn’t answer my question. TELL ME HOW YOU KNEW I WAS HERE.”
Her mouth turned down, non-plussed. She, like most mages, wasn’t used to being forced to give up information so easily and without a trade. Well, he thought with a sense of satisfaction, she would have to get used to it.
“I am the owner of the Nebula room, and as the owner,” she stated, “I am made aware whenever anyone invokes the word NEBULA in the Spire.”
These few simple words revealed in Linhart a deeper understanding of the Spire’s workings, but he still had a sneaking suspicion that Vivian was leaving something out. Something important. There was unwarranted tension in the air, and her eyes were darting around like she was waiting for a trap to be sprung.
“...Tell me Vivian. What did you do in preparation for my arrival, when you found out I was coming,” he inquired. At the same time, he released his hold on Maeve’s waist.
Maeve understood immediately what his intentions were. She stepped in front of him and took on a protective stance. She didn’t even flinch as he whipped the blindfold off her eyes. He couldn’t see what transpired, but judging by Vivian’s reaction, Maeve had fixed her with a glare containing all the fires of hell. He and Maeve were operating as a team. It was as if she was bonded to him. His every thought communicated through his hand’s caress on her battle-readied shoulder.
Vivian’s eyes bulged, and when she opened her mouth, it wasn’t in response to his question, but instead she issued a harpy-like shriek.
“Periclum! Save me! The threat is worse than I thought! Periclum!”
Linhart and Maeve had only a moment to react. An energy rose up in the air around them, and at the same moment the doors to the dark armoire burst open.
Maeve was a battle-hardened Fighter, and she knew how to eliminate threats. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that Vivian was not the number one threat to Linhart’s safety.
When a strangely clothed woman leapt out of the armoire, bolts of energy shooting from her fingertips, Maeve made the split-second decision to lunge forward and tackle Vivian. Knocking the air out of her lungs, Maeve brought Vivian to the ground and had her immobilized in a matter of seconds.
Meanwhile, the girl from the armoire launched herself at Linhart, emitting a high-pitched squeal as she released a powerful magic attack. Energy crackled as the heat of her attack filled the whole room.
